I have my father to thank for many things--my smarts, my indefatigable work ethic, the simple pleasure of napping in the sun--yet there are two which are particularly poignant this Father's Day.
1. My enormous appetite, which is more akin to that of a sumo wrestler than a ballet dancer. Thankfully, I'm blessed with my mother's speedy metabolism, so can chow down without dire, physical consequences.
2. My amour for all things French.
Read More3 days. That's how much time passed between my first and second visit to Red Hill. Normally, if I enjoy my inaugural dining experience, I vow to come back soon, but then get distracted by new openings, random cravings, and my ever-growing list of Places I Want To Try. It can take months to return. Not so at Red Hill, the 4-month young Echo Park restaurant, where my first time was such a charm, I was lured back immediately.
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Growing up in Connecticut, spring embodied an awakening of the senses. After months of bitter cold and winter's dreary palette of white and grey, spring was a welcome burst of fragrant flowers, blue skies, and sun-kissed shoulders. While L.A. doesn't have such a drastic change of seasons, springtime's arrival still delights me. My Elysian Park hikes have wildflowers galore, the wisteria vines pop purple, and the farmers markets team with seasonal goodness, like pea tendrils, fava beans and green garlic.
April's bounty is even affecting my beverage consumption, inspiring me to sample garden-variety cocktails all over town. Here are my favorite ways to get your daily allowance of fruits, veggies, and intoxication.
Read MoreThese are the longest 8 days of the year.
I'm talking about Passover, the Jewish holiday that honors their ancestors' exodus from slavery in Egypt. As the story goes, they fled with such haste that their bread dough had no time to rise. To commemorate this plight, Jews abstain from leavened bread and grains throughout the holiday. For some, especially carb-free folks like Atkins aficionados, this is--pun intended--a piece of cake. Yet, for me, a pasta-loving, beer-guzzling, pastry junkie, these are eight days of eternity (after all, a horizontal 8 = infinity). Since I can't consume my beloved baked goods, why not write about them?
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